Walking by the rabbit barn I see a group of just hatched ducklings sitting there Wheres your mother ? I ask them. They just look at me Whos babies are these ? I ask loudly, a few sleeping females eye me. Hmmm. Hour later I walk by and the babies are still sitting there. Whos are these ? I ask again because, honestly, sometimes a mother will come running in response to that question, but it is really silent. I look down, the eleven ducklings are now gathered at my feet, looking up at me. Oh, no, Im not raising these, Im not raising these babies ! I say that every year and always end up with several miscellaneous ducklings. So now I have eleven more, put them in the brooder with the ten I already have. Deadbeat mother ducks.
Posted on: Wed, 14 May 2014 20:38:28 +0000